In 2003, a girl I liked in school commented how good Nikhil Chinappa’s biceps looked. The shame of my puny biceps sent me scrambling to the gym. In retrospect, a single, stray comment sparked a hobby that turned into my career. Shame has helped me a lot.

Life is strange and motivation to train or exercise is not always found in profound places or drawn from the deepest or cleanest wells. Proverbial sewage and shame work just as well if not better sometimes.